Page 60 of Broken Obsession
“Vengeance cures all,” Eden dumbly replied.
Ares stared down at him. “You don’t actually believe that.”
“I’m not sure what I believe anymore.” If someone had told him he’d be here, laid bare before a Black Hart, he would have called them crazy. Not to mention the rest of what had taken place that night. Torture. Murder. Mild exhibitionism…These were all things he would have blushed like a naïve fool at three years ago. “I used to be the very definition of innocent.”
“That makes one of us.” He didn’t smile or elaborate, instead, his red gaze drifted lower. “Wider.”
Eden’s legs fell open.
“We should clarify something before we begin.” Ares set a hand against the back of the couch and leaned over him, capturing Eden’s chin between two fingers. “You have no control with me. This ends when I’m satisfied, not when you finish. Youcan cry, beg, and get angry all you like, just know it won’t make a difference. You think you’ve been taken before, Paradise? You haven’t known possession. But you will.”
He shuddered, both terrified and painfully aroused by that dark promise. Between his thighs, his dick leaked, small rivers of clear, sticky fluid dripping down his length to coat his balls and wet lower.
Eden couldn’t recall the last time he was this turned on. This afraid. There was a blurry line between pleasure and pain with Ares, and he was making that abundantly clear. Making it clear that Eden wouldn’t have any say in which direction this leaned. If he offered him pleasure, he’d be forced to accept.
Same if he offered him pain.
Eden wasn’t all that interested in the latter. He’d played with the concept a little, allowed past lovers to rough him up a bit, but nothing that could be considered too extreme. Inadvertently, his gaze shifted to the metal bracelet dangling from the arm holding the couch. How far would Ares take things? That same hand had practically taken a man apart tonight, chunk by fleshy chunk.
“I like all my pieces where they are,” he hardly recognized the low timber of his own voice, or the hitch at the end that gave away both his excitement and fear. There was doubt, but no hesitation.
The Gods help him, he still wanted this.
“Keep me together, and I’ll keep you together. Take me apart, and…” Ares lowered his face, nose brushing lightly against the tip of Eden’s. “If Reality is to be believed, once upon a time, you slipped from my grasp. That won’t happen again. If our past is any indication, there is no escape from me, even in death.”
Eden had no idea what he was talking about, or why there was a sudden ache in chest, as though something deep withinhimself resonated with the words, even if his mind couldn’t make sense of the cryptic messages.
“I’ll create anew,” Ares continued, and it was impossible to tell if he was serious or slipping back into mania. “I’ll carve you out and refill you with my essence, until you eat, sleep, and breathe me. Until I’m all you see. All you yearn for. Until you’re so hopelessly attached, we can’t ever be parted. How does that sound, Paradise?”
“Like you’ve lost the plot.” Eden dared to reach up, capturing the base of Ares’ skull. “Are you going to talk me to death, or are we actually doing this?”
Ares’ eyes shifted over his head, catching onto something Eden was positive wasn’t really there.
“What now? I thought you told Zar whatever you were seeing was gone?”
“He didn’t ask me about Father.” Before Eden could be too creeped out by that statement, Ares settled his attention back onto him. “Ignore him.” Eden couldn’t evenseehim, but all right. “Give me paradise.”
The Black Hart wasted no time after all. His mouth latched onto Eden’s, hand releasing his chin to push between them, finding his taint and then sliding lower. He pressed a finger against Eden’s entrance, tapping at it once, twice, as though to prepare him before he pushed it all the way inside with one clear jab.
Eden’s mouth tore free with a gasp, but Ares didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath, sealing their lips again, tongue flicking in deep, almost punishingly, as his finger worked him open.
Ares wasn’t kind or careful in his ministrations, adding a second finger before Eden’s body had proper time to adjust to the intrusion. Then a third. He practically punched into him, digging and curling the pads of his fingers against Eden’s innerwalls in a way that had him writhing, torn between wanting to get away and stay on that harsh hand forever.
Then Ares moved to his chest, teeth nipping at his left nipple, his right, before returning to the first. He sucked on him, sending jolts of sharp sensation skittering down Eden’s body, causing him to arch his back and cry out from the overwhelming pressure.
“You’ll leave a mark,” Eden whined, but that did nothing to deter the frenzied man draped over him.
“I’ll leave many.” As if to prove his point, Ares opened his mouth wider and chomped down, teeth breaking through skin.
Eden tried to shove him off, but the Black Hart wouldn’t budge, and he gave up a moment later when those fingers twisted within him and his knuckles stroked against his prostate.
His dick gushed, a burst of fluid spraying out to coat his lower abs in liquid. It wasn’t quite an orgasm, but it was close, and Eden fussed when Ares pulled back. In a blink, he found himself flipped onto his stomach, a strong arm banding around his waist to haul him further up the couch, until he was forced to hold himself on the armrest or risk falling headfirst to the floor.
Ares’ mouth dropped to his shoulder, the back of his neck, the top of his spine. Everywhere he could, his lips and teeth moved, delivering kisses and suction, nips and full-on bites. Eden already feared what he’d find in the mirror tomorrow, but just as he had the thought, it was dashed from his mind as Ares’ skilled hands joined his roaming mouth in its exploration.
He touched him everywhere. The curve of his back, the swell of his sore nipples, the divot between muscles. Fingers tangled in the curly thatch of hairs above his dick, tugging lightly at first, then more roughly when Ares didn’t immediately get the reaction he wanted.
As soon as Eden cried out, Ares made a sound of contentment and released him, moving on to his hips, then his lower back, and finally the globes of his ass.